Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Gabon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Invisible to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by MDC. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Can,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.